Hoshor Plains [M] On the wind

Of the prey she is expecting to sparsely litter the wind, it's neither a meal or carcass stench to come first, but instead a man.

Face whipping to him, Karavira lifts posture and tries to look down at the bowed man. Her legs stiffen and don't move. Snippy, "私は違う." Distrust has led communication before, but in the face of someone new, there's a desperate itch that starts to unfold to simply speak with someone who was not so naive as she. Anxiously swiveling her tail, "たぶん."

Then, a quick nod. "そう. 少しね."

Her eyes quickly soften and are curious. "..あなたは誰ですか?"